0 comments/ 29620 views/ 1 favorites The Doctor Visit By: penncd Veronica’s knee had been hurting for some time and today she finally got in to see the doctor. She had been here before and it was okay as doctor’s offices went. At least the chairs were comfortable – even if she weren’t. It wasn’t her bum knee that had her heart racing, it was seeing her doctor. He was so gentle and nice and always made her feel like she were his only patient for the day…. but all she could think about was getting him in bed. Her mind drifted into one of its fantasies as she waited in the examination room. She could see him now, tall and lean with that warming smile that made her want to kiss him. Suddenly she was aware that someone else was in the room. She looked up and saw a new nurse, one she hadn’t seen before. She was tall and willowy, long chestnut hair and large brown eyes. Although her figure was slender she moved like a lazy cat and it made her appear very sensual. The nurse introduced herself as Lacy and said the doctor would be in shortly. She went through the routine pre-exam things and Veronica found her touch quite disturbing. At least the feelings it stirred in her were disturbing. After a few minutes he walked in. He had on his long white coat and looked very professional but all she could see was him naked, touching her, stroking her. He asked the usual questions, checked her chart and then wanted to know why she was there. She told him about her knee giving her problems since she started running. He sat down on the little step at the foot of the examination table and put his hand on her knee. Without thinking she moved her skirt up so that he could have a better look. She wished his hand wouldn’t stop, wanted him to move it farther up her leg to where her bare pussy lay. He suggested she get up on the examining table and lie down so he could manipulate her knee some and see if he could find out what was wrong. She nervously sat on the table, hesitating before she lay down. He moved her skirt up a little and smiled that knowing smile at her. His hands moved her knee around and stroked it gently. Now the fantasy started…. his other hand lazily slid down her leg to her ankle, caressing it as he went. She could feel the juices building inside her. Her eyes closed as her head began to swim with his touch. He reached over to the intercom and asked the nurse to step in – oh well – end of fantasy. The door opened and in walked Lacy. Without a word Lacy moved to the foot of the table. Veronica watched her, wondering what she would do. She heard the sound of a zipper and realized that the nurse wasn’t in there to help with the exam. She felt his hand moving up her thigh and her legs moved apart ever so slightly. This couldn’t be happening – her dreams coming true and more. His hand found that soft skin on her inner thigh and stroked it slowly, coming so close to her increasingly wet pussy but never touching it. Lacy sat on the little step at the doctor’s feet and Veronica could only hear the sounds that were being made. She knew those sounds so well…a mouth moving up and down over a cock…caressing it with her tongue – she knew and she wanted to be a part of it. His hand found that warm wet place where dreams come true. He moved his fingers over her clit and down into the wetness so slowly that she thought she would die. Her hips rose to meet his strokes and a moan came from somewhere inside her. She closed her eyes again listening to the sounds of sex and feeling the touch she had wanted so badly. Suddenly he moved away from her. Placing his hands under her hips he moved her down to the edge of the table. She could see his cock, hard and waiting. Lacy came around to the side of the table and took his cock in her hand. Slowly she rubbed it on Veronica’s clit then guided it into her pussy. It was so hot and hard and he moved into her so gradually. She tried to move towards him but could not, she had to endure the torture of waiting for all of him to be inside her. Lacy moved her hand away from his cock and began to massage Veronica’s clit – the sensations were too much to handle. Her clit was so swollen and throbbing – her pussy longed for all of him inside her. Just when she thought she would scream there was more. Lacy leaned over her and began to kiss her belly, moving downward in slow circles with her tongue. Just as she took the full length of his cock Lacy sucked on her clit. She came in a torrent, wave after wave of shock, pouring over her like molten lava. She couldn’t take anymore but it didn’t stop. Lacy licked her clit as his cock moved in and out of her more rapidly. She had never known it could be this good – had never had two people give her such pleasure. Lacy was skilled at her work as was the doctor – both of them moving in a rhythm that had Veronica going over the edge again and again. He pulled out of her as Lacy continued the assault on her pussy. He moved behind Lacy and pulled up her uniform skirt. Her bare bottom was there waiting for him – her pussy just as wet and juicy as Veronica’s. He drove into her pussy forcing Lacy’s face further into Veronica’s pussy. Lacy licked and sucked on Veronica’s clit with an expertise that comes only from knowing a woman like a woman. Each time her drove his cock into Lacy she sucked Veronica’s clit a little more, now flicking her tongue over it, now pushing her tongue into that sweet pussy. She could hear his breathing and knew he was close. She wanted his cum, wanted it all over her face. For the first time she spoke…. begging him to cum in her mouth. He withdrew his cock from Lacy and moved it into Veronica’s mouth. There it was – the taste of a woman. She had wondered how it would be and it was sweet and bitter at the same time. She sucked his cock as he moved it in and out of her mouth. She reached down for Lacy’s pussy and felt that wonderful sweetness she had only felt on herself – never another woman. She could feel his cock start to pulse, she knew he was cumming, she wanted it all, wanted to drink every drop of his sweet fluid. Just as he shot the warm cum into her mouth she felt Lacy shudder with orgasm. It took her over the edge again – once more into that blissful place of surrender. The room was hot and steamy and she was drenched in perspiration and sex juices. She pulled her fingers from Lacy’s dripping pussy and put them into her mouth. What joy that was – the taste of man and woman together. Somehow her knee just didn’t hurt anymore. It was the best and easiest cure she had ever had. The Doctor Visit David picks me up at 10 that morning. "We have a doctor's appointment," he says, but he won't elaborate. We started our game a few months ago. There is only rule: I belong to him completely and am subject to his every whim. David has many whims; since most of them involve fucking me senseless at every opportunity, our arrangement is a good one. We live in his house and I spend my days fulfilling his desires. He likes to keep me naked whenever possible, but this morning, I'm dressed to go out in a short denim skirt, tight T-shirt, red stilettos and fishnet thigh-high stockings. I'm never allowed a bra or panties. Today my nipples are clearly visible through the thin white cotton T-shirt. It's a beautiful day and he puts the top down on the convertible. His arm is wrapped around my shoulder as he cups my right breast in one large hand. We stop at a red light and when another car pulls up next to us, David begins toying with my nipple. I can feel the driver of the other car staring and the juice begins flowing between my legs. By the time we reach the interstate, he's abandoned my nipple and is pinching my clit instead. "Your pussy's wet," he observes. "Do you need a good fucking?" "Yes, sir," I answer obediently, biting back a groan as he flicks his finger along my swollen clit. "Well, you're going to have to wait for it. I have more important things to do than keep a horny little slut satisfied," he says, giving me another pinch. "Whatever you desire, sir," I reply, focusing on the dashboard. He tortures me for the next several minutes, bringing me to the brink of orgasm again and again with his quick, skilled fingers before pulling his hand away. We pull onto a parking lot and he makes me suck my juices from his fingertips. "Show me your pretty tits," he orders, and I obey, feeling my face grow hot as I pull my T-shirt up to expose my breasts. He fondles and kisses my breasts for several minutes, licking and sucking my nipples until they ache. Then he begins pinching and pulling at them, rolling them between his fingers until I beg him to suck them again. He laughs and gives them a hard pinch. "Time for your check-up," he says. "Put those away and I'll play with them again later." My nipples are still obscenely hard when we get to the receptionist's desk. I'm grateful that the waiting room is deserted. My disheveled hair and clothes make it obvious that I've come straight here from sex. "We have an appointment with Dr. Thomas," David tells the receptionist. "The name is Smith." "Of course, Mr. Smith," she answers, though she's looking at me. I blush as I realize she's focusing on my breasts. "Have a seat and I'll call you when Doctor's ready for you." David's hand rests on my ass as he guides me toward a chair. "Maybe we should give her a look at your pretty tits," he murmurs and gives me a pinch when my blush deepens. We sit down and his hand slides immediately to my pussy. I'm still dripping-wet from the earlier teasing and he laughs at my muffled groan as he starts fingering my clit again. We're in plain view of the receptionist, who's a little too obviously looking in the other direction. I let my thighs slide apart a little further and David strokes me faster. I try not to squirm as his fingers flick and tickle my tingling clit, and he teases me mercilessly, bringing me closer and closer to climax but never letting me come. I close my eyes and grit my teeth, determined not to beg. I'm concentrating so hard on keeping quiet that I jump when the receptionist announces the doctor is ready for us. She's standing right in front of us, her gaze fixed on my crotch as David takes his hand away. Red-faced, I follow David down the hall, too embarrassed to look at her. She leads us to an exam-room dominated by a gynecologist's chair that's right in the center of the room. "She'll need to remove her top and skirt for the exam. Doctor would like her in the chair first. The nurse will be here in a moment." I know now that David has some sort of game planned and the butterflies begin fluttering their wings in my stomach. "You heard her," he says, and there's a hint of warning in his voice. He's shared me before, but always at home with an acquaintance, someone I've met before. My mouth is dry as I pull my T-shirt off and then step out of my skirt. I'm about to slip off my stockings when the receptionist interrupts. "Just your top and skirt," she says sweetly, devouring me with her eyes. "Doctor is very particular. The nurse will be here in a minute." She leans in the open doorway, openly staring as I stand there in just my fishnets and high red heels. David slips behind me, sliding his arms around my waist and I blush brick red as he begins nuzzling my shoulder. His hands slide up to cup and squeeze my breasts, and the receptionist is almost drooling as he begins playing with my nipples. I'm beyond wet as David puts on a show for the receptionist. My thighs are soaked and I half expect to see a puddle on the floor between my legs. He keeps my pussy shaved bare and when he slides a hand between legs and gently parts the lips with his fingers, the receptionist can see everything. "Open your legs," he murmurs, and I manage to obey, though I can't quite breathe. One hand toys with a nipple as the other finds my aching clit. "Do you need to come, slut?" "Yes, sir," I groan, trying not to thrust my crotch against his teasing fingers. He's never tortured me for so long without letting me come, and I'm dizzy with the need for release. "Well, I think you need to learn to wait for your pleasure," he says. "I think I've been very lax with you, allowing you to come so often." He pinches my clit and I'm a heartbeat from coming. "I think you've turned into a horny little slut who lives to have her pussy pleasured. What are we going to do about that?" "Whatever you desire, Master," I gasp. He pinches my nipple hard and I groan, and then sob as he traces my clit with one fingernail. "Anything to please you, sir." I'm ready to beg him to let me come when a young man in white appears in the doorway. "Time for your exam," he announces cheerfully. "Let's get you in the chair, dear. Doctor will be here in a minute." Shivering with frustration and humiliation, I slip into the exam chair. "Feet in the stirrups, please," the male nurse says, and I obey out of habit, though it's hard to manage the stirrups in four-inch heels. I almost don't notice when he fastens the cuffs around my ankles. Before I can protest, he's cuffed my wrists to the arms of the exam chair. He pushes a lever on the side of the chair and I'm almost lying flat with my legs up in the air. Whistling tunelessly, he slips between my legs and adjusts the stirrups until my legs are spread as wide as they'll go and my heels are pointing toward the ceiling. He slips a cushion under my hips, lifting them a few inches off the seat, then slips another cushion under shoulders and a third under my head. Next he fastens a wide strap across my throat and pulls it snug. I'm staring him right in the crotch. His erection is impressive enough that it takes me a minute or two to realize I'm at exactly the right height for sucking cock. He turns the chair so my splayed legs are pointing toward the open door, then he gives my nipples a little pinch and winks at me. "I'll tell Doctor you're ready for him," he says, and disappears. I discover quickly enough that I can't move except to squirm a little in the chair. I'm spread wide open, my bare bottom and dripping cunt visible to anyone who walks by. I hear giggles from the hallway and the small part of me that doesn't want to be fucked into next week wants to sink through the floor and disappear. It's a very small part, though, and it's shrinking as rapidly as my frustration is growing. So I try not to squirm as I sense – I can't see anything but the ceiling, at this point – the audience gathering for my next performance. I'm not a natural exhibitionist, but with David as a teacher, I'm slowly learning to enjoy being displayed. And it's not like I have a choice, just at the moment. A minute or two later, a baritone voice booms, "I'm Dr. Thomas. What seems to be the problem today?" Finally, I think, and my pussy actually twitches in anticipation. "It's my girlfriend, Doctor," David says plaintively. "No matter what I do, she's always horny. I can't keep up with her." "Let's have a look," the doctor says smoothly, and I can just imagine him winking at the audience. He and the nurse turn the chair so that I'm visible in profile to the handful of men and women gathered in the open doorway. He slips around so that he's standing at my head. "We'll start with a breast exam," he announces, and I can't hold back a gasp as he cups my flesh in big, warm hands. "Very nice," he murmurs, hefting them slightly in his hands. "Just lovely." He fondles me shamelessly for a few minutes before turning his attention to my nipples, which immediately leap to attention at his touch. "Excellent response," the nurse observes. The doctor rolls each nipple between his fingers and thumbs and pulls at them gently, making me moan with pleasure. "Do you like that?" he asks, his voice neutral. "Yes," I sigh, and someone in the hall laughs out loud. I'm past caring though. I just want to come. Another pinch and he orders the nurse to suck one nipple while he services the other. The two of them tongue and nibble me hungrily and I squirm in response, happy for the attention. They caress my breasts lightly, running their fingertips over my super-sensitive flesh until I'm incoherent with pleasure. I almost groan in protest when the doctor abandons my nipple. "Keep palpating her breasts while I continue the exam," he tells the nurse, and moves to the other end of the chair to stand between my widespread thighs. "Miss Jones, bring me the lubricant, please." The nurse keeps playing with my breasts, pinching and sucking each nipple in turn as the receptionist scurries to obey. I hear a snap of latex as the doctor pulls on a glove. A second later, she's handing him a tube of lube and I brace myself for the inevitable. He surprises me, though, tracing my pussy lips with one finger instead of invading my ass. I squeal in surprise, hips jerking, when he flicks a finger over my throbbing clit and my pussy clenches. "There's the tell-tale symptom," the doctor says, flicking me again. "See the way her cunt is contracting? She needs a cock inside her." Another flick and I can hear myself sobbing with need as I grind my hips shamelessly toward his gloved hand. "This might be the most advanced case of horny little slut syndrome I've ever seen." "Can you cure it?" David asks, and his voice sends a jolt of sensation through me. "No, I'm afraid the only thing you can do is treat the symptoms," the doctor says. "But let's finish the exam." He runs a finger along the cleft of my ass and I groan, then sigh, as he plunges one well-lubed finger up into my ass. He turns and twists his hand for a second or two before sliding a second finger in to the tight opening. "Good response," he says, sliding his fingers in and out rapidly, and I work my hips eagerly to meet him. He begins stroking my clit with his other hand as he continues finger-fucking my ass. I squirm and buck in my bonds, moaning wordlessly as he rushes me toward orgasm. "You can see how easily stimulated she is," he tells David calmly, and I scream as I'm finally allowed to come. He keeps playing with me, relentlessly bringing me to one orgasm after another. I'm dimly aware that the men and women who were in the hall are now standing around the exam chair to watch me wriggle and writhe under the doctor's teasing touch. When I'm finally sated, he steps back. "That should hold her for a while," he tells David. "But she'll need regular treatment. I recommend several sessions a day." "What kind of treatment?" David asks, smirking. If I weren't so exhausted, I'd be a little concerned. "Let's get her up on the table," the doctor suggests. I can barely move as David and the nurse half-carry me over to the exam table, but I manage to hold myself up as I'm set on all fours. The nurse adjusts the height of the table so that I'm at cock-height. I'm more than grateful a minute or two later as the nurse shoves his hard cock into my mouth. I'm just starting to suck him when I feel the doctor's cock nudging my pussy entrance. I lift my hips to accommodate him, and he slams in with satisfying eagerness. I'm shocked at how hungry I am for their cocks as I rotate my hips and tilt my head back to let them penetrate me more deeply. The nurse plays roughly with my breasts and I groan around his cock as he pinches and tweaks my aching nipples. The doctor's fingers slide between my legs and he's fingering my clit again. I respond instantly, wild to come again as they fuck my willing mouth and pussy into oblivion. I come first, grinding my hips against the doctor's as the orgasm takes me, then him. A second later, it's the nurse's turn. I don't even try to swallow all of his cum, letting it dribble down my chin and throat. We all lean together, exhausted, for a minute or two, until we can catch our breath. Finally, the doctor straightens up and eases out of me. "That kind of therapy," he says, voice raspy. The two men zip themselves up and I kneel there, still exhausted from coming so hard. My jaw aches and my pussy is sore from the hard fucking, but I'd welcome another round, and David knows it. "Turn around and present," he tells me, and I'm happy to obey. "I want that ass up nice and high, slut." A second later, I'm on my knees with my forehead pressed against the cool metal exam table and my ass lifted high in the air. I spread my legs wide and reach back to clasp my ankles. I can see David hefting his belt in his hands and I bite my lip, torn between anticipation and dread. I hate the spanking, but I love the fucking that will follow it. Luckily, inflicting pain doesn't especially turn him on; he just loves to control me, and a few swats are all it will take. "Lift that ass up higher," he says. "I want it pointed at the ceiling." I obey immediately, steeling myself for the first blow, but he's not finished with me. "Wiggle that ass," he tells me, his voice hard and rough. "Shake it for me, slut. Show me how badly you want to be fucked." Mortified, I twitch my hips a little, almost frozen with shame. Two stinging slaps across my backside cure me of any embarrassment. "I said shake it!" David roars, and strikes me twice more with the belt. Terrified, I wriggle and shake wildly, lifting my ass higher as I swing my hips from side to side. The belt keeps landing, alternately slapping each cheek, and soon I'm rotating my hips in circles and figure eights, trying to avoid the searing blows. "Faster," he tells me. "Spread your legs wider and shake that sweet ass." Tears stream down my face as I swing my hips. Our audience whistles and claps and soon they're chanting, "Shake it, slut!" The punishment continues for several more minutes and I sob harder with each blow on my sore, writhing bottom. Finally, the blows stop, but I keep wiggling and shaking my bottom in time to the audience's chants and claps. "Do you want your pussy fucked?" David asks, smacking the side of the table with his belt. "Yes, sir," I blubber, almost out of breath. "Ask me for it," he demands. "Please fuck my pussy, sir," I beg, thrusting my ass even higher in invitation. I wiggle my ass invitingly. "Please, sir, I need my pussy fucked so bad. Please fuck me." A second later, he's pulling me back as he rams his cock into me. I squeal with gratitude as he slams into me again and again, throwing my head back and screaming as I come yet again. Another thrust and David grunts and shudders, exploding into me. Five minutes later, I'm sucking one cock and three more men are lined up and waiting their turn. Luckily, none of them last long after the show I've just put on. But I'm covered with cum as the last the one finishes, my tits, face and thighs sticky with sperm. David won't let me clean up, making me crawl naked to the car. "Let them see what a slut you really are," he says, smacking my ass with his belt to make me hurry up the stairs. My stockings are in shreds by the time we get to the car, but I'm too exhausted – and grateful, frankly – to care. David puts the top up on the car and rolls the windows up, but at this point, I really don't care if anyone sees me like this. It's good to be a horny little slut, I think, closing my eyes. I'll be asleep in a second. The Doctor Visit She sits in the waiting room completely annoyed. I can't believe I have to go waste my time in a doctor's office like everybody else just to get a stupid insurance form signed off on. This is such a waste of my time. My salary is twice that of most people in here. She worked on her laptop, getting up every 15 minutes to bitch at the office staff about her wait. A nurse comes for her. Finally! She tells the girl, do you not realize who I am?!? I'm on the hospital board and I could have all of your jobs just like that! Snapping her fingers at the girl. The girl rolls her eyes, the doctor will teach this bitch some manners. She sits down in the exam room, once again opening her laptop. Five minutes later the doctor walks in. She doesn't even look up, 'look this is a waste of your time and mine, just sign this stupid form and I'll be on my way to lunch'. The doctor smirks, 'oh really? I was told you were here for an attitude adjustment.' She looks up and glares and then immediately notices the doctor's good looks. Brushing the thoughts away she says, 'let's just get this on with, I'm a busy woman.' The doctor leans over to the intercom. 'Nurse, can you bring the special instruments? I believe this is going to have to be an in depth examination.' The nurse comes in with a special black bag. The woman wonders, 'really? He doesn't even have his instruments in the room?!? Real professional I'm here with!' The nurse smirks at the doctor, sets the bag down and locks the door behind her. The woman doesn't even notice. The doctor tells her, 'please stand up and walk to door, turn around and then walk back to the wall by the examining table'. Seriously she thinks, you can't tell I can walk?? Ugh! She stands up and does as instructed. As she reaches the second wall he slams her against the wall, her head knocks in the wall and she feels disoriented. What's happening?? her brain screams. She feels a hand around her throat, she feels immobile. The doctor slowly lifts her skirt. No no no her brain screams. She tries to scream, the doctor leans in to her ear, 'it's lunch time, the office is closed and those 'bitches' up front? They couldn't care less what I do to you. Scream all you want, you're mine for the next hour.' He reaches down to her firm toned ass and snaps her red lace thong. 'oh so the boss lady is really a naughty girl huh?' Her cheeks blush. Trying to remain composure, 'I don't know who you think you are but you can't get away with this!' The doctor smacks her ass hard, 'oh I can't? We'll see about that.'. He smacks her ass several times. Her body betrays her, her nipples pushing thru her thin matching bra, feeling herself get wet. This only confuses her more. God I hope he doesn't notice!! The doctor reaches around with both hands and rips her shirt open, buttons fly all over the floor. He cups her breasts before squeezing her nipples so hard she yelps in pain. Get on the table now! She scrambles to the table, scared to disobey him. From nowhere straps from the bed become visible. Her wrists are strapped to the sides of the table and her legs are strapped in to stirrups. She trembles in fear. The doctor now has a mask on and he's changed into black gloves. He takes off his stethoscope and listens to her heart now beating out of her chest. He applies little stickers for the heart monitor and the finger guard on her finger. She sees the machine light up, the number seems high and the scale is jumping up and down. The doctor looks and says oh that's no good, we better get some oxygen on you. She feels even more immobile, she can't get the mask off of her face and can't move her arms or legs. The doctor now has a scalpel in his hands, I guess you can't help remove your clothes now, don't worry, I'll help. In one fluid motion her panties are cut from her body, the delicate lace being no contender against the sharp metal blade. Her bra is next, the lace falls to the side as she is now completely bare and vulnerable in front of him. He says he's going to test her reflexes and her response to pain. He removes the oxygen mask and slaps her so hard her teeth chatter in her head, tears begin to trickle down her face. He replaces her mask and makes notes that she has a pleasant response to pain. Next he takes the scalpel and runs them in a circle around her nipple, the tears flow faster now, big drops with stains of mascara running down her face. Still her body continues to respond. She feels so wet now she wonders when it will start running down her. He runs the blade down her body, bright red lines of blood appear immediately tracing his scalpel. The doctor enjoys this little work of art he's created and smears the blood across her nipples. Look at your beautiful breasts now naughty girl. She prays her eyes aren't betraying the building lust she is feeling. All she can think is how much she wants to be fucked. To be completely dominated and forced. He lowers the head of the table down where her head is below the rest of her body and removes the oxygen mask again. She feels spacey and somehow enjoys the feeling. She feels the wetness now definitely running down between the lips of her quivering pussy. Almost reading her thoughts he reaches down with his gloved hand and inserts several fingers at once. She winces from the pain but feels her pelvis rising to meet his fingers, greedy for their continued intrusion. The doctor smiles, turns and makes more notes. 'The slut responds well to manual stimulation...' She turns her head to see his hard cock thru his scrubs, she wants it. He grabs her head and rubs her cheek against his cock thru his scrubs. She now no longer cared who she was, where she was, if this was her idea, all she wanted was this, what was happening, what she wanted to happen. The doctor unlaces his scrubs, brings her head closer and chokes her on his cock. The tears are almost sobs now as she chokes and feels she can't breathe but still instinctly hungrily devours him. She swallows his cum with reckless abandon, licking what she's missed around her mouth and begging for more. He instead goes to the opposite end of the table. Tracing her labia with his fingers, he dips into her soaking wet pussy and reaches up to choke her with his fingers down her throat, she tastes her own cum and she chokes and feels she'll pass out. While gasping for breath she feels him enter her. He's not gentle, she feels he will tear her apart but she screams and moans and begs for more. The doctor finishes, fastens his scrubs, removes his gloves and washes his hands. He walks to the door, she is still restrained. 'oh, you passed your physical, I'll have the nurse sign off for you' and leaves the room without another word to her. He passes the nurse in the hall, 'I think she knows her place now. Maybe you should go and send her on her way, I believe she's late for a lunch date'. One last level of degradation, being left in her weakened and flushed from orgasm state, having to depend on the same nurse she'd treated so badly when she'd first come in.